Constant Awareness

Constant Awareness

The man walks down to the front,

Seeking the back or maybe the side,

The man walks up to the center,

And all the directions collide.

We are searching for the wind,

Chasing time down a spiral path,

Walking backwards from the light,

Drying up in our own bath.

The man walks down to the front,

Seeking the back or maybe the side,

The man walks up to the center,

And all the directions collide.

I am seeking the wall,

Striving for the end,

Wishing for faith,

Hoping for a friend.

The man walks down to the front,

Seeking the back or maybe the side,

The man walks up to the center,

And all the directions collide.

I really liked your poem. I hope you don’t mind if I participate with some of my own. I also would enjoy converstation if you are up to it.

Our spirits rest in acquiescence
can’t you hear it, silent pleasance
when your near it, ‘your breathless’
the cradle, unbroken awareness

I am, without a second
we are, infinite blessings
physical presence
is that present
which represents
essence

Again, nice poem. Hope to hear a reply, if not, thanks anyway. Peace :slight_smile:

im glad to have a friend,

Your poem is really almost “hush” and sleek
its powerful…

try using spacing to achieve tempo, if you want a slower “feel”